Correction Paroles Yeezy 350 (Remix) par Chris Webby

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"Yeezy 350s—
350s—
Yeezy 350s—Uh—Uh—Uh"

Okay, full disclosure: I don’t even own a pair of no Yeezys
But for my dudes Aaron and Jarren, I’ll there when you when you need me
To cook the feature up (Yeah,) send me the beat and I’ll freakin beat it up
Poison dart frog with it, doggie, I got the lethal touch (Yeah)
They ain’t reachin' us (Nah,) that rogue vandal
Pulling up on Animal Planet, the whole channel
Better run and duck like I’m Elmer Fudd in an old flannel (Pow pow pow)
With the feng shui every hump day, I’m Joe Camel (Yеah)
Flipping like a lucky bogie, yo, they f**kin' know mе
Yeah, I’m rolling a j, I don’t mean the son of Tony (Ayy)
What I mean is all this weed is now distortin' my vision
I’ll fill my fork with your dinner, there ain’t no portion to give 'em (Rargh)
All you hungry hungry hippo—critical, b*t*hes been so
Mad at my success that y’all cryin' into your pillows (Yeah)
They see that smoke billow from the highly tinted windows
I’m Shark status to all of these minnows, Webby

Yeah
My n***as sipping cheap whiskey, know I keep the piece with me
Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s, uh
Rocking my Yeezy 350s
Uh, rocking my... (Yeah)
My n***as sipping cheap whiskey, know I keep the piece with me
Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s, uh (Yeah)
Rocking my Yeezy 350s (Yeah)
Uh, rocking my... (Yeah)

Serving everybody, I don't need a menu
Gotta get this money, so I hustle like the rent due
Jarren, how'd you even get that gun up in the venue?
Lying through your teeth like you ain't f**kin' b*t*hes raw
But f**k these b*t*hes, I need riches, I got itchy palms
That's why I go apesh*t like It G Ma
Tell Kato, bro, come get your ma
I don't pay for pu**y, that's not my M.O
I get head then ask her for some bread on the Venmo
You think you big balling now, like you Lorenzo
Learn your role before we trade your ass to the N.O
I'm pelican fly, I might roll through NY
In an elegant ride, drive slow like there's a felon inside
Kevin Gates, man, I never get tired
I'm forever inspired, after the show hit the Waffle House
Hit on the meth head waitress like I ain't got a spouse
She ain't got teeth, but she got a mouth
You want this money, dog? Get your ass up off the couch

Yeah
My n***as sipping cheap whiskey, know I keep the piece with me
Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s, uh
Rocking my Yeezy 350s
My n***as sipping cheap whiskey, know I keep the piece with me
Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s, uh (Yeah)
Rocking my Yeezy 350s (Uh, uh)
Uh, rocking my [?], yeah

My n***as sipping cheap whiskey, know I keep the piece with me (Blaow)
Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s, uh
Ayy, f**k asking questions, Aaron, blast the weapon
I like my b*t*hes organic with no ass injections (Yeah)
In all camo like Rambo
When Benton start to snapping, flow will ghost them like Thanos, uh
Yeah, reload the A.R clip
I came to f**k up the game just like J.R. Smith
Supreme box logo, ayy, mama used to whip the box Volvo
Now I throw her ten stacks just shop in SoHo
Karate kicking down doors, n***a, watch ya dojo
Ha, your baby mama look like Yaphet Kotto
Uh, yeah, b*t*hes in awe
Let the semi' send 'em the kiss of death, n***a, like mwah
I sit in the spa, get high while I listen to Nas
The Mink Coat Killa, the god, Benton, I'm odd, uh
The Bully in this b*t*h, what's happening? (What's happening, n***a?)
East Side n***a, I bare arms like Paddington
I never go bare without the raincoat (Uh-uh)
Brass Knuckle Benton, The Bully, I am insane, ho

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